We will give one more scrap of Mr. Halliwell's text: "Yfaith, why then, caprichious mirth, Skip, light moriscoes, in our frolick blond, Flagg'd veines, sweete, plump with fresh-infused joyes!" which Marston, doubtless, wrote thus: "I'faith, why then, capricious Mirth, Skip light moriscoes in our frolic blood!